[ The lass gives her head a narrow, helpless shake at the notion of leaving; she can't exactly offer any suggestions on how to do so, since she's only just arrived. Although - when she thinks about it, ]

I might be able to help memorize the paths we take, but... it could be that this place is so strange that that wouldn't work, either. If you think that we need to go to the Clocktower, then - I trust your instincts.

[ And just in case it needed saying-- ]

Whatever happens, I'll stay with you.

[ For however much that might be worth in this case. ]